Mysteries of the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 91 It’s dawn

Suddenly, a sound of a knife piercing flesh rang out, followed by warm liquid spraying onto Rong Wanyin's back. The heavy wolf's body pressed down on Rong Wanyin, directly onto her wound, causing her to wince in pain.

Yan Mingzhang and Su Zhan forcefully dragged the wolf off Rong Wanyin. Yan Mingzhang pulled her up and hugged the terrified Rong Wanyin tightly, unable to utter a single word.

Rong Wanyin shoved Yan Mingzhang aside and crawled towards the old gray donkey. She tried desperately to put the entrails back in, but to no avail; blood and intestines mingled and spilled onto the ground. Tears streamed down her face. She tried to wipe them away, muttering to herself, "Old man, old man, get up! Hurry up! If you don't get up, I won't take you with me when I go out to play!... Oh, right, the grass I ordered for you will arrive in three days! You have to get up and eat! Get up! Get up! Ah! Ah!"

Yan Mingzhang didn't know whether to comfort the terrified Rong Wanyin or his own near-madness. All he could do was hold Rong Wanyin tightly once again to prevent her from hurting herself.

Yan Mingzhang knew that Rong Wanyin had a very deep bond with this old gray donkey. In fact, it could be said that this old gray donkey had been with her as she grew up. Life is unpredictable, and she would definitely not be able to accept it in a short time.

Mo Yun strode forward, pulled the longsword from the wolf's body, glanced at Rong Wanyin, and before he could even greet her, Chang Feng joined the battle. He knew the fight wasn't over yet and he couldn't afford to be careless!

The wolf pack had lost five key members. On Rong Wanyin's side, Su Zhan was already exhausted, his long robe tattered, and he had several scratches on his body. Yan Mingzhang and Rong Wanyin were also struggling, on the verge of collapse. A Bao, however, was well protected and almost unharmed. Although the four of them suffered injuries of varying degrees, thankfully none were fatal. The arrival of Mo Yun and Chang Feng immediately boosted everyone's spirits, and the scales of fate seemed to have tipped in their favor.

"How did you find us?" Su Zhan asked excitedly, his hands trembling.

“We saw the marks left by the adults and followed them, but when we got into the dense forest, the marks disappeared and we got lost. Later, we saw some movement and firelight here, and guessed that it was you. When we came over, it was indeed you!” Mo Yun explained while taking advantage of the standoff with the wolf pack.

"Great, great!" Su Zhan murmured to himself.

"Don't be too happy yet, they don't seem to be leaving!" Yan Mingzhang frowned, staring intently at the wolf pack.

The wolf pack seemed unwilling to give up and continued to attack.

Two wolves feigned an attack, flanking from the left and right, causing Mo Yun and Chang Feng to split up and block them. But then, an opening appeared directly in front, and a third wolf pounced without hesitation. That direction was precisely where A Bao was standing. "A Bao, watch out!" Yan Mingzhang shouted, but it was too late. A Bao froze, and in desperation, he grabbed a straight, hard object and plunged it into the wolf's neck—it was his sister's wooden hairpin! Hot blood flowed down the hairpin, staining the back of A Bao's hand.

This wolf was incredibly resilient. Even with its throat pierced, it still opened its mouth to bite Abao. Abao used all his strength to pull out the wooden hairpin, and blood spurted out, splattering all over Abao's face. The wolf lost its balance and fell to the ground, its belly heaving, its breathing heavy.

Rong Wanyin waved her hand, wiping away the blood and tears on her face. She picked up her soft sword and stood up. Her eyes were full of hatred. When a person is in despair, their energy is immeasurable.

The wolf king seemed to sense something and dared not go towards Rong Wanyin. Instead, it suddenly pounced on Yan Mingzhang, its foul-smelling mouth opening wide and aiming straight for Yan Mingzhang's neck.

Mo Yun thrust his longsword forward, attempting to stop the wolf king. However, the wolf king lunged at Mo Yun with its claws. If Mo Yun retreated, Yan Mingzhang would surely die in the wolf's jaws; if he didn't retreat, he would be injured. Instead, Mo Yun advanced! The wolf king's claws slammed into Mo Yun's right arm, drawing blood profusely. The longsword flew straight out and embedded itself deeply in the tree trunk. The wolf king was momentarily stunned by the attack, its movements faltering—an opportunity!
"Miss Rong!" Changfeng suddenly crouched down, and Rong Wanyin understood immediately. She leaped onto Changfeng's palm, used the rebound force to jump to the treetop, and after taking off, she turned around and swooped down, aiming to pierce the wolf king's skull with her sword.

In just over ten seconds, without a single superfluous movement, his clean and crisp actions, sharp gaze, and decisive strength in wielding the sword were all executed flawlessly, captivating everyone present and leaving them in awe.

Rong Wanyin was fast but not chaotic. She launched attacks and countered with momentum, leaping, soaring into the air, and twirling her sword. Her movements were clean, crisp, and fluid, making her incredibly fast, ruthless, accurate, and steady.

The wolf king, true to its name, anticipated Rong Wanyin's attack from above as she leaped into the air. It paused, then retreated swiftly, avoiding the fatal blow. Rong Wanyin's soft sword pierced the ground. Sensing danger, she performed a backflip, landing on her feet and then swiftly lifting the sword upwards, slashing at the wolf king's right eye. The wolf king roared in agony, raising its paw to viciously claw at Rong Wanyin. Unable to dodge in time, Rong Wanyin stumbled, taking a solid blow to the back, instantly tearing her skin open. Rong Wanyin knew that if she fell now, she would lose completely. She forcefully channeled her inner energy to stay conscious, kneeling on one knee, using her soft sword to support herself and prevent herself from collapsing. The wolf king was already enraged, its face covered in blood, roaring and panting like a vicious hound from hell.

Changfeng rushed forward, raising his knife against the Wolf King. Moyun, disregarding his own injuries, followed closely behind Changfeng. Yan Mingzhang helped Rong Wanyin up, but Rong Wanyin insisted on not falling. She couldn't fall. Although the Wolf King was in a frenzy, he was watching her every move. She couldn't show any weakness!
The six people stood in a stalemate with the five wolves that had gone mad. Judging from the current situation, it was hard to say who would win!
The sky was beginning to lighten, and dawn was approaching. Rong Wanyin's eyes were glazed over; she was about to collapse. Excessive blood loss was making her somewhat disoriented, and her body began to sway.

The hearts of the crowd sank lower and lower. These mad wolves clearly had no intention of giving up. It seemed that there was still a tough battle to be fought!
Changfeng gripped his longsword tightly. He knew that he was now the only main force left. Moyun was injured, and Rong Wanyin was even more seriously injured!

Just then, shouts and the sounds of gongs and drums came from not far away: "Lord Yan!" "Lord Su!" "Miss Rong!" "Changfeng, Moyun!" "Abao!" The voices grew closer and closer.

Its daybreak.